Roger watched the fires light up at the pier, and there were countless people rushing towards this place in a hazy dim light.

A strong man in the leader shouted: "Who the hell dares to bully the people from our Dock Brotherhood, kill him!"

Seeing that he was about to make a big fuss, Roger ordered Danny: "Call someone to the city garrison and ask them to send someone to take charge of the situation."

He continued to watch the fun by himself.

Those outsiders were not afraid of trouble. They shouted: "It's a fight, it's a fight!"

So their accomplices ran out of the hotel room and from the stables.

Both sides didn't say much, and started fighting on the straight road.

This is much better than the two scoundrels fighting just now, and they are just trying to attack the vitals.

Roger saw the scoundrel who was drinking urine tilted in the corner of the hotel, and he didn't know if he was beaten to death or knocked out.

Danny fell back. He suddenly reminded him from the side: "The boss of the thief guild in the city is here."

Under Danny's instructions, Roger saw many people rushing out of an alley.

The person who led the way was the scoundrel who had just fought, followed by a fat guy with a thick neck and a bad face.

Roger thought that the two rogues were from the thief guilds, no wonder they thought they were too fake just now, even more fake than the American Professional Wrestling League.

When Roger saw the boss wave his hand, the thugs behind him rushed into the crowd with sticks.

The thugs beat people when they see them, and the unrelated guests in the hotel were also affected.

Some of the guests were beaten to the street, while others rose up to resist and beat whoever they didn't like.

Hundreds of people were on the straight road, in the alley, in the hotel lobby, and in the open space where everyone could stand.

Roger was excited to see it. He saw:

The strong man from the Brotherhood carried a foreigner and then threw him out, and then carried a rogue and fell out, one after another, like carrying a rice bag on the dock.

A foreigner beat his opponent into a pig's head with his left and right hooks. In the blink of an eye, he was beaten like a pig with a stick that only "hum" on his head.

A scoundrel was short and stabbed a dagger into his calves, and many people were affected.

The rogue was able to stab the last one on the leg of a thug holding a stick.

The rogue waved his hand to apologize and was beaten up by the angry thug.

A very skilled guest settled a thug.

The guest looked around and saw that no one was coming to beat him, so he picked up the wine barrel and fed it hard.

After he was relieved, he smashed the bucket to the most crowded places and smashed it into pieces.

Then he rushed over, regardless of who was, and he grabbed it and knocked it.

A guest passed by the aunt maid. He was really just passing by, but the aunt maid blew her hands and hit her on the forehead.

The man's head actually passed through the tray, and the maid was holding a head on the tray, and the head was still blinking.

The shop owner drank all the expensive wine in one breath and smashed the bottle on the back of the head of an unlucky guy who had just gotten up from the ground.

The bottle was smashed to pieces, and the unlucky guy fell down again.

There are also many places where the light is too dark. Roger couldn't see clearly, and he felt that the heads were swaying like a Black Friday supermarket rush to buy.

His screams and yells in his ears were filled with meaningless roars.

He heard someone asking for help,

Someone is saying hello,

Someone is asking: "Who picked up my shoes?"

Someone was crying: "My teeth, mom!"

There were still many people shouting: "I can't see clearly, torch! Bring a torch!"

So the torches light up one by one.

Some people also think that holding the torch to hit the ground is in the way, so they throw the torch in their hands.

Some of the unethical ones actually threw the torch on the roof of the room next to it, and the fire broke out.

The venue was bright, and the people in the room rushed out in a angrily curse.

Roger probably thought these homeowners were watching the show just now, so who could sleep in such a lively manner?

The venue is still fighting desperately.

Some of the people who ran out of the house called their friends to put out the fire, so more people ran out of the surrounding houses to help.

Some of them were ruthless and beat the person holding the torch.

Some of these people beat people and call their parents, while others are beaten to call their parents.

So the people who put out the fire went to save the people, and the rescue turned into beating people.

Roger saw a little rogue again, and took advantage of the chaos and broke into the house of the person who opened the door, and his arms were full of people.

There are also bad luck.

Roger saw a scoundrel enter the house and quickly retreated.

A strong woman inside was scrambling a black stick and smashed it at the rogue without any brains.

The scoundrel cried and turned around to escape, but the woman refused to let go and chased her to death.

Roger watched the two men chasing him and approaching him.

He looked closely and saw that the dark stick was clearly a black bread.

A neat "crack" sounded on the straight road, attracting Roger's attention.

He saw a team of fully armed city guards, holding round shields and short sticks, rushing over under the leadership of a horse-riding officer.

Roger saw some clever ones, including the boss of the thief guild, quietly disappeared into the shadow of the alley.

But there were more people in the venue who were blinded by anger, and they just blew up and beat him up regardless of it.

The city guards changed from march to array under the command of the officers, and they leaned tightly together, with shields overlapping to form a wall.

Roger knew that this was the Norman predecessor, a common tactic used by the Vikings, shield wall assault.

But the people in the venue were still fighting and ignored the guards who were close to each other.

Then they were in trouble.

The officer had no words to warn him at all, and ordered the evacuation of irrelevant personnel, so he directly ordered the attack.

The guards shouted in unison, as if the engine was on fire.

The shield wall rushed out like an armored vehicle, knocking all the men who stood in front of it, then stepped on the men who fell to the ground and rushed forward, unstoppable.

Then the guards in the second row waved their sticks, like farmers picking up wheat ears, making the men who were confused and trampled to death.

They didn't beat them much, just followed the previous row of sticks.

The two rows of guards cooperated like a combined harvester, swept through Roger's nose and settled all the people standing on the straight.

Such a fierce fighting style made many people realize from their anger and they ran away in scattered ways.

But there are still people fighting.

There are still people fighting hard in the alleys, lobbys, and in the open spaces in the corners.

There is nothing wrong with these local combine harvesters.

So the officer gave the order, and the guards divided into groups in groups of three or three, scattered and rushed over.

But this time it wasn't that easy.

The fight is still standing still, and three or two guards may not be able to take it down.

Roger saw that a guard had his shield taken away, and his face turned to blossom.

Some guards were carried up like rice bags and thrown out.

A group of guards was smashed like flying bowling bottles by a flying wine barrel.

The officer's face was not good.

He waved to the guards guarding the north gate, and the goalkeepers who had watched the play for a long time also entered the field.

The city guards who received reinforcements were greatly motivated and the situation was gradually controlled by them.

Roger was enjoying watching it, but suddenly he felt a little hot. He turned around and saw that the house he was staying in was on fire.

He and Danny hurried downstairs and went out the door and saw several rogues setting fires around on torches.

Danny's men caught one, and beat him to no avail in a few strokes.

But the fire had already started and the stables were burned.

The "gift" that was not tied up ran out by itself, and it ran to Roger for comfort.

Danny's horse was still tied inside, and Roger asked Danny to go and save the horse quickly.
To be continued...